The Wind is whistling, Birds are chirping, People talking and leaves moving like a big bunch of thunder that goes by. Sparkly, Salty water comes onto the hill-topped sand. Sharp, green grass tickles my feet as I roll down the hill. Boats go forward and backwards from a very distance.
My mum
It makes me think that I want to go swimming everyday.
At Omana Beach.
The Wind is whistling, Birds are chirping, People talking and leaves moving like a big bunch of thunder that goes by.
Sparkly, Salty water comes onto the hill-topped sand.
Sharp, green grass tickles my feet as I roll down the hill.
Boats go forward and backwards from a very distance.
It makes me think that I want to go swimming everyday.